Biography of Gieve Patel
Gieve Patel is a poet, playwright and artist, as well as a practicing doctor.
Early Life and Education
Gieve Patel was born in 1940 in Mumbai. He was educated at St Xavier's High School and Grant Medical College. He lives in Mumbai where he is a general practitioner.
His poetry works include Poems than first launched by Nissim Ezekiel followed by How Do You Withstand, Body and Mirrored Mirroring. His plays include Princes, Savaksa and Mr Behram .
He held his first show in Mumbai in 1966 that went on to have several major exhibitions in India and abroad. Patel participated in the Menton Biemale, France in 1976. India, Myth and Reality, Oxford in 1982; Contemporary Indian Art, Royal Academy, London 1982.Patel belongs to that avant-garde grouping of artists based in Bombay and Baroda.
He has also exhibited for Contemporary Indian Art, Grey Art Gallery, New York, 1985, Indian Art from the Herwitz collection Worcester Art Museum, Massachusetts, 1985 and 'Coups de Coeur' Geneva, 1987.
He has been conductng a poetry workshop in Rishi Valley School for over a decade. He also edited a collection of poetry which was published in 2006.
The Poet of the Body
Gieve Patel is considered to be the poet of the body since human body is a recurrent theme in a majority of his poems. In his poems, the body acts as a living metaphor. His sympathies are with the oppressed or down-trodden and anyone devoid of his basic right to live. In an appropriately titled poem, The Ambiguous Fate of Gieve Patel, he being neither a part of Hinduism nor Islam in India, he grieves the isolation faced by the Parsis in the starting line of the short poem based on communal riots, when he writes; "To be no part of this hate is deprivation". As a Parsi observer, he cannot choose to be a part of either side, he poignantly remarks, "Planets focus their fires/into a worm of destruction/Edging along the continent. Bodies/Turn ashen and shrivel. I only burn my tail." He is thus counted among the well-known Parsi writers in India.
Gieve Patel's Works:
Mirrored, Mirroring. (Poetry in English). Oxford University Press , 1991.
How Do You Withstand, Body. (Poetry in English). Clearing House, 1976 .
Poems. (Poetry in English). Brought out by Nissim Ezekiel , 1966.
University. (Poetry in English)
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Gieve Patel Poems
On Killing A Tree
It takes much time to kill a tree, Not a simple jab of the knife Will do it. It has grown Slowly consuming the earth,
ow soon I've acquired it all! It would seem an age of hesitant gestures Awaited only this sententious month.
Old Man's Death
There may be a very small comfort In knowing yourself finally Useless – when even grandchildren Have grown beyond your love,
It is startling to see how swiftly A man may be sliced From chin to prick,
A case in point, the expert says; A woman thrust glowing faggots Where properly Her son’s sparrow should nest.
Squirrels In Washington
Squirrels in Washington come Galloping at you in fours, then brake To halt a few feet away And beg on hindquarters.
the old crone slurping up essence of chicken soup
God or something like that shot through each part of you, down
From Bombay Central
The Saurashtra Express waits to start Chained patiently to the platform, Good pet, while I clamber in To take my reserved window seat
It makes sense not to have the body seamless, hermetically sealed,
Our English host was gracious We were soon at ease;
What is it between A woman's legs draws destruction To itself? Each war sees bayonets
How Do You Withstand, Body?
How do your withstand, body, Destruction repeatedly Aimed at you? Minutes,
Squirrels In Washington
Squirrels in Washington come
Galloping at you in fours, then brake
To halt a few feet away
And beg on hindquarters.
No one stones them,
And their fear is diminished.
They do halt, even so,
Some feet away, those few feet
The object of my wonder. Do I